Talking about love is worse than making money

Wouldn't it be messed up with my previous life? I'm afraid that things will develop beyond my control.

Gu Xu's expression was unpredictable for a long time, and his mouth seemed out of his control. After a long time, he said, "It's more convenient for you."

"?"convenient?

What kind of strange description is this?

Is it more convenient to use?Or it was because I was a stammer and it was inconvenient to speak, so that it would be more convenient for him to hide the fact of marriage.

I also don't understand why he needs a hidden marriage status so much in this life. Could it be that he was actually married on his 20th birthday in his previous life, but he got divorced and married another woman when he got engaged? ...

So what am I, a disposable marriage tool?

Not so good.

When I went out of the room, Gu Xu actually pulled down my shirt, frowned and asked me dissatisfiedly, "Your clothes?"

I nodded... It was bought with Gu Xu's money.

Do you want me to give it back to him?

Gu Xu: "Who bought it? It's too short and the number is not suitable. Don't you know?"

"..." You asked the housekeeper to buy it. Aren't the clothes for each season changed uniformly, and I think it's just right.

I smoothed the clothes with my hands, straightened my back and looked at him.

Lao Tzu's clothes are just right.

Gu Xu: "...do you have to wear low-waisted jeans? Did you choose the style yourself?"

"..." No, this is a normal waist. Aren't jeans standard for everyday wear, and it's not like I asked for a skirt. Why does he have such an expression.

If you ask me, straight men are different. Every time they look at me, they feel that I am abnormal, and even when they wear normal clothes, they feel that I am different.

Gu Xu in his previous life didn't have so many problems.

I still like him who talks less.

It's my fault too, using short hands to eat people with soft mouths, piercing people... soft bodies?As a human being, only financial independence is the only way that when Gu Xu asks me why I wear this kind of clothes, I can use the sentence "I don't care what you want to buy with my money" to yell at him.

No, I can't live my life in vain, I have to make money.

Only by having money can you leave the Gu family as soon as possible.

The two of them left the bar smoothly, and finally there was no exaggerated "Happy Birthday, Young Master Gu" in their ears.

The morning at the bar was very deserted, the waiters were still wiping the tables, there were crumbs and even beer dregs all over the floor.

I actually stayed with Gu Xu on the second floor of the bar last night...

Is it true that I got drunk and made him lose his virginity?

I don't know if I can be counted as a victim too.

Gu Xu drove home and asked me on the way, "My birthday was yesterday, where is my birthday present?"

I thought of the sweater that he hated so much in the previous life, and I didn't even look at it for the last time, and I said, "No."

No.

Got it.

Nothing is prepared for you.

I really want to let you go.

There was no expression on Gu Xu's stinky face, and he didn't speak.

Back at Gu Xu's house, Shu Zhengye was waiting for him.

That guy saw us coming back together, with a gloomy expression on his face, "Gu Xu, where did you go last night?"

Gu Xu: "..."

Gu Xu was silent, probably because he was afraid that people would find out that we had some shady business in private.

It's okay, I'm used to it, so I went straight upstairs, but Shu Zhengye called out to me, "Hey, little stutterer."

Another day, I must use tongue twisters to scold him in a tricky way, so that he can feel the enthusiasm of stammering.

I looked back, Shu Zhengye threw something at me, and I subconsciously caught it.

Shu Zhengye said: "Yesterday you took my car and dropped it on mine, it's yours."

I took a closer look, and my eyes were darkened. It turned out to be a box of condoms?